“Peaked” by Jason Kotecki. Made on an iPad.
I don’t get people who say that high school was the best time of their life. Sure, high school had some great moments, but I could have done without the zits, the awkwardness, and the over-dramatization of trivial things. I just find it sad to hear people say the prime of their life ended when they were 18 years old.
Don’t get me wrong; I often reflect on the “glory days” of my past: playing second base for the varsity team in high school, the comaraderie of taking shop with fellow art majors in college, and the sweet, sweet freedom of the pre-kid days of marriage.
But those glowing memories are revisionist history.
When I reminisce, I usually leave out the disastrous exchanges with cute girls, the excruciating term papers, and the fear of wondering if Kim and I would even be able to have kids.
We tend to gloss over the hard parts and embellish the good ones when we reflect on our past. Indeed, those glory days were not quite as glorious as we make them out to be. Let’s be honest, if any parent really remembered the initial two weeks after the birth of their first child, the human race would have been extinct long ago.
By all means, reflect back on the good memories and revel in the impressive accomplishments of your past. But don’t ever fall for the lie that your best is behind you.
If you are still breathing, there is still story to be told.
Make it a good one.
After all, everybody loves an exciting grand finale.